What happened to the weather this past week? It’s been dreadful. The wind was howling and the rain sounds as though someone is pouring hosepipes, buckets of water you name it onto the house. We have a fair few velux roof windows in our house and the sound of the rain hitting them is something else. It’s been at it day and night since late on Friday.
All I can say is, the poor people on low lying land around here must be pulling their hair out. Unless a miracle has happened and they haven’t got flooded gardens, or even worse, flooded houses. They are so low down, in many cases below sea level. It’s not the sea that’s their problem, it’s the rain that doesn’t drain away.
What Happened to the Weather?
The powers that be wanted rain, well they’ve had it. Derek saw a before and after picture of the Lakes. The before photo showed it quite dry with a low water level and the after photo was the same lake, full! We’re a little bit higher up here and our back gardens run down so we tend to be OK as the water misses us.
I’m not being awful, and I’m not an ‘I’m alright Jack’ because it must be absolutely awful to keep having gallons and gallons of rain pouring down the road. It’s quite a steep slope and as we know, gravity does the rest. The sun keeps making an odd peep but disappears as fast as it comes out. I’m just glad I haven’t got to go out in it and get soaking wet through!
Anyway, before I sound to be after a weather man’s job, I’ll go onto other matters. Although I must add that I think the fascination with the weather comes from my dad as it’s one thing he always kept an eye on. I too have a couple of barometers around the house, along with my mum and dad’s barometer. It was a wedding present for them some 85 years ago or thereabouts, and still works! They don’t make things to last like that today do they!
Never mind the weather what about the milk!
Well, I’ve started my blog with ‘how stupid can you be’ time and again. Well I was, again, it had to be me, didn’t it, as I’m famous for dropping things. The other day was no exception when I was drying all the pots and putting the stuff away. I’d got most of it away when I saw our little orange pan on the worktop.
Incidentally, I’d bought it from a pan party some 40 odd years ago and that is also still going strong. We knew how to live in those days, having pan parties :-). There were parties for everything weren’t there, back in the good old days. Tupperware being forerunner of them. I didn’t really like going to them so much – you always felt obliged to buy something you didn’t want. It generally got shoved into the back of a cupboard and lost for time immemorial!
Well, back to the subject, I reached for the pan and lifted it up and guess what? I got drowned in milk for some white sauce which Jane was making for her and Kevin’s dinner.
It went everywhere, and I mean everywhere. I’d just put clean clothes on as well which was annoying as I was now covered in milk, pepper and a dash of mustard! My trousers were soaked, the bottom of my clean top, down the cupboards, the sink and the floor resembled a swimming pool. Kevin sprang into action from nowhere and got some old cloths we use for rags, well surely everyone has those don’t they? I was busy drying myself the best way I could.
Windmills from old Amsterdam
Kevin was wiping the kitchen floor, looking rather like a windmill in a force 10 gale! Jane was looking at me in amazement as if to say ‘now what’s she done’, as it’s usually me that does something stupid. I was more annoyed that I’d just put clean clothes on and ended up like Cleopatra. Of course she was said to bathe in milk very often and now I knew how she felt, but I bet she wasn’t fully dressed! It was supposed to make her more beautiful, but I think I was barking up the wrong tree – I’m past redemption when it comes to looking beautiful!
Eventually order was restored again and with no chance of sliding all over the kitchen floor because it was wet, all was OK. I did get funny looks and told off by Kevin when he thought I was using a wet cloth which wanted to be followed by a dry one. It’s like being back at school here as I get told off quite a lot. Guess what though, I don’t half stick up for myself!
Anyway people, I think that’s most of the news for today, so bye bye people, talk to you again soon x
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